Disclaimer: I own 2 and half season of CSI on DVD, a CSI T-shirt, a CSI cap, The 1st CSI PC game and the first case of the 2nd CSI PC game (Thank you TV Week for your free samples). And yet, with all this merchandise, I own nothing of the real show. Oh and I don't own Ocean's 11 either, but I may have used a bit of a line from there. :)
A/N: Hi guys:) Here's that sequel I promised you. The title is still a working progress, so if it does change don't think I've deserted you guys again. It'll be the same story under a different name! I suggest you read the first story entitled Accidental before you read this one. So, on with the story eh:) Oh, and before I start, I'm not the best at dialogue, so this first bit was hard, sorry if it sounds odd.
Em
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Instincts
Chapter One
Annabelle
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"Jase, you got everything?"
"I already told you man, I'm good."
"Just checking."
"Yeah, well, quit checking, Chris, I've been doing this a lot longer than you."
"Oh yeah, 'cause a whole year of experience is so much more."
"Shut up, Chris. I spent six years in the joint because of you. I can't believe Eagle put us together again."
"Jase, it was four years. Good behaviour, remember?"
"I don't care man, it was years out of my life."
"Then why the hell did you join up again? You suicidal or something?"
"Only in the morning, Chris. Only in the morning."
"Good thing we're doing this at night then, huh Jase?"
"You loaded?"
"Yeah, why? We've still got half an hour."
"Eagle just came on shift early, we gotta go now."
"Ah man, I didn't get a chance to psyche myself up."
"Chris, you're standing outside a bank with two loaded shotguns. Anyone would think you'd been psyched for a while."
"Yeah, but…"
"Just think of the money, that's all I do."
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"Alright everybody on the floor NOW." Chris shouted as he and Jase made their wat into the bank, "I don't wanna cause any trouble, so just stay low and everything will be alright." There was a scramble as everyone realised what was happening and dived to the floor. Jase gave the nod from Camera Two; they were safe to take the masks off. There were a few gasps around the room as the masks came off, Jase and Chris, after all, were wanted men.
But no sooner than the Shrek and Donkey masks had hit the floor, the sirens started.
"Shit," Chris said through gritted teeth, throwing down his bag. Jase followed suit and jumped down from the chair he'd been standing on to cover the cameras.
"Put the weapons down and step away from them boys, we have you surrounded." Came the loud speaker message. It was repeated before Jase and Chris complied with the demand reluctantly.
The police units rushed in at this point, hand cuffing the duo and escorting the panicked hostages out of the building.
It wasn't until both were in the back of the van and out of earshot of the arresting officers that Chris spoke up, "You reckon we were believable?"
"Yeah. As believable as we could have been."
"You reckon we got it?"
"Yeah."
"What do you reckon, 5 years?"
"More. I have priors, and you were on AMW last week."
"Shit."
"Yeah."
"Hey, you reckon we had enough time?"
"It wasn't our job to press the alarm."
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Catherine was pissed, really pissed…
"How the hell did I get stuck with the bank robbery while everyone else is working on that high profile murder case? And where the hell is Grissom?"
…And Brass was stuck with her.
"He got a call out. Now, do you want the details? We've already got the guys in custody. The faster this is done, the faster you get to work on the murder."
Catherine nodded, "Wait a second. Grissom was supposed to primary on this, how'd he get out of this?"
"Bugs? I dunno. Catherine, we have a Christopher Markus Jennings and a Jason Taylor Prince in custody. Those names sound familiar? They were on AMW last week, so technically this is high profile too."
Catherine had tuned out, "Brass, what's the date?"
Giving up on the case at hand, Brass checked his watch, "Twentieth, why?"
"Sara's due today, that's why. Son of a bitch snuck off without letting me know."
"Sara?"
"Gil." Catherine smiled and surveyed the scene, "Sooner I get this done, sooner I can kick his ass."
"I'm not sure that would…"
"So, did they get anything?"
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"Sara, I can't believe you drover yourself to the hospital."
From the hospital bed in the corner a groaning Sara shot back, "Baby, I wasn't really," she threw out a breath of air, "really thing about that at the time."
Realising he'd gotten his priorities a little mixed up, Grissom took the remaining steps toward Sara, "Honey, are you OK?"
"She's doing just fine," came a voice form behind both of them, "She's almost at ten centimetres though, so we're going to move her down to the delivery room."
As a team of nurses swarmed around them to transfer Sara on to a different bed, Grissom turned around to face the voice.
"Doctor Nicole Miller; I've been over seeing Sara's progress through out the night."
Grissom nodded, "Gil Grissom." He answered shaking Doctor Millers hand, "How's she been holding up?"
From behind him, Gil heard Sara let out a short sharp scream and whipped around to hold her hand. He instantly regretted it as he lost feeling in his fingers.
"It's been slow Mr. Grissom," Doctor Miller started as the corridor, "Sara has held up finely though."
Grissom nodded, "She expected it to be a tough labour, she didn't have to suffer through morning sickness."
Doctor Miller cracked a smile as they reached the delivery room, "She was a lucky one then." She checked Sara again, "OK, we're good to go," As the nurses hurried to get Sara set up, Doctor Miller turned back to Gil, "Mr. Grissom, it gets dirty in here. If you would prefer to stay outside…"
"She didn't finish her sentence before she was cut off by Grissom, "Are you kidding? That's my wife and child in there."
Doctor Miller smiled, "I thought that would be the answer. Just put these on," she handed him a blue cloak and a mask and they both proceeded into the room.
"OK, how you holding up there Sara?"
Sara shrugged, "OK."
Grissom made his way to her side to hold her hand again, "Honey, if you need to squeeze, then squeeze."
She nodded as another contraction hit and she squeezed down tightly on Grissom's soon to be broken hand.
"How fast are the contractions coming now?" Doctor Miller asked.
One of the nurses answered, "Every few seconds."
"Good, that's good. Sara, I'm going to need to you to push on the next contraction, OK?"
Sara pushed out another breath of air in a sharp 'whoosh', "OK."
"Alright, here we go, and push."
Gil knew he should have been complaining about his hand when his wife was pushing, as Catherine had once put it, a watermelon through a lemon, but he really feared a loss of limb.
He vaguely heard the word 'Push' twice more, but he was more focussed on the other voice in the room. The one that was crying. He felt the pressure on his hand release a little before he was brought back to reality.
"Mrs. and Mr. Grissom, you have a new baby daughter." Grissom tore his eyes away from Sara to look at Doctor Miller, "Mr. Grissom, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?"
Gil softly kissed Sara on the forehead, his head still swimming with the overwhelming feeling of being proud of Sara for giving birth, as he moved to cut the cord. The face of his daughter looked up at him as he made the quick cut and he couldn't help the tears that brimmed in his eyes.
As Doctor Miller made her way around to place their new born baby in Sara's arms she asked, "Do you have a name picked out yet?"
Sara looked down into their daughters blue eyes and knew exactly what their baby was to be called. Without saying a word, she looked up and nodded at Grissom who nodded back.
"Annabelle. Annabelle Leah Grissom." Sara smiled as Gil kissed her lips this time, "Perfect isn't she?"
Sara reached up to touch Gil's cheek, "Yeah." Was all she could say.
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Well, that's the longest chapter I've ever written. Lol. Hope it was enjoyable.
I just thought I'd point out that although I have 22 cousins and 2 brothers all younger than me, I have never been at the hospital when they were being born. I'm only 16 and have no idea if this is how it happens; all my 'expertise' comes from watching medical doco's. :) please feel free to ridicule, or let me know if I can improve on anything in this chapter.
Thankyou for reading
Em